I recently got to spend some time with two people who have immersed themselves in the wine culture. So, I’ve been sipping the good stuff, from grapes and in life. Father Gordon Gilsdorf described that analogy beautifully in this poem: On Being 50. Wines grow bitter with age or better. 50 is a vintage year, [...]
I’m starting to think you can mark the age of a woman by the size of the purse she carries. (Or, in my case, by the fact that she carries a purse at all). Back in my early days of motherhood, I disdained both purses and diaper bags. I just slid a couple of bucks [...]
Yesterday, still basking in the warm glow of my "Spring in Wisconsin" post, I took my favorite stroll down to the river. Wind whipped my hair into Medusa-like clumps, my stupidly un-gloved fingers froze into an intimidating claw and I worried my watering eyes might actually freeze shut. Spring in Wisconsin, indeed. Even miserable walks [...]